The Strange Luxury of Being Alive on Memorial Day
I’m off work today. My son Jack is off school. He’s in the other room, playing Minecraft, waxing poetic about Creepers, Ender Dragons, and other things I don’t…
Thank You, Mr. Watterson: An Open Letter to One of the Great Artists of All Time
I didn’t know what avant-garde meant. I was only eight, man. Thirty-five years later, my son Jack didn’t know, either. He’s seven (and-three-quarters, thank you very much). But…
Attack of The Really Quite Interesting Brain-Sucking Delights
I was thinking earlier that we need to create a badge or certification that declares something as Human-Made. But as time goes on, I’m growing certain that such…
You’ve Got to Learn How to Get Offline, Right Now
This started out as a post of reflection in the wake of the recent U.S. Presidential election, but something bubbled up to the surface while I was thinking…
Beautiful Design is the Least You Can Do
Being “just a designer” is a sentiment I’ve heard many times. Pretty sure I’ve said it myself. I’ve never liked it, mostly because of the reasons why people…